I entered a small room with a bed, a small desk with a camera between them. The room was well lit. I sat on the bed wearing very short jeans cutoffs�...they had cut my jeans for me while I took the enema and nothing else. I noticed a TV up on a dresser out of the camera view to help to see what my customers would see. The wife was behind the computer typing up my bio and the husband would be watching as a guest in my chatroom. I was told I’d be in a gay room only, which was to give me the best. Her name is Sitara. None of them at her village recognized her at first. This was because she was a 16-year-old boy when she was kidnapped. Her name was then Ravi. The kidnappers took her to Bombay where she was locked up and beaten for several days. They castrated her and pierced holes in the nose and ear and made her wear nose and earrings along with female clothes. She was taught to act and behave like a girl and any slip-ups were severely punished. They gave her injections and pills,. .. have a go.”Bjorn didn’t look to sure about this but did it anyway. He gave the dumpster a good jolt with his shoulder making the thing wobble and creak about on its metal feet.“See” said Jamahl. “If Bjorn can make it do that when the bin is a good quarter full then I reckon five or six strong men could easily lug the thing over to that window. I also believe that the window would have been left unlocked and gone unnoticed by the security team doing the lock up after the wedding. She had a point. “OK, let’s play” I couldn’t believe those words had just left my mouth. I was about to see my little sister and her 15 year old friend naked… Assuming I win of course. We began to play and I could tell right away that they were no good at it but maybe they didn’t care to be either. After all, that really wasn’t the point, well it wasn’t the point for me anyway. In no time at all I had won the first hand and Misha had come in second. Without skipping a beat, Misha looked at.